gutted i missed their debut show, i've heard they were pretty damn good. also have some great t-shirts. must have been pretty good as they shifted most their shirts at their 1st show. one to watch.....

I'll find a contact address - I think with big cartel you have to put in every single country - rather that europe / rest of the world - so it's a right pain in the arse._________________http://tadpolerecords.blogspot.com/

Sea Bastard remind me why most of the best examples of doom metal come from the United Kingdom. Hailing from Brighton, these gentleman surprise me because I never thought Iíd enjoy a band with a member who goes by Oli. Iím proved wrong once again, because these for dudes elicit some gargantuan grooves. Thoughts of Kongh and Buzz Ov*en immediately come to mind with the recordís introduction. The first track, entitled Aqua Vitae, crawls forth with a overpowering sense of sluggish immediacy. The songís convenient organization further breathes life into, what I believe to be, the substance worship theme throughout in order to ďlet me feel that I am human againĒ. I donít know what tuning their guitars are in, but itís dripping with fuzz, titanic volume and staggering feeling of inebriation. The first track keeps a driving mid-range tempo until itís climactic sludge parade that flirts with TorcheĎs bomb string territory. Itís definitely not tuned to Z, but itís close enough.

Taedium. Track 2. Ha-ha-ha. The echoes of madness loop behind delicately placed whirs of a guitar. The rumbles are sporadic, generating warmth and cohesion amongst the instruments. And then, scattered drum strikes give finalized shape to this filthy cycle. My head begins bobs ever faster, but never too fast to notice. The misanthropic rhetoric, elicited through juxta posed anguished screams and vile bellows, give measure to a gloom gorged tone. Distant explosions are brought forth, ejecting the band forward into a more menacing pace. Each crash of cymbals accompanied by volcanic guitars shake the floor beneath me, and my hair has risen to reach toward the ceiling. Sea Bastard articulately depicts venomous swells of boredom that any modern individual can identify with. The final lines: ďMonotony. Consuming me. Nothing is left. Forlorn, bereft.Ē Thirteen minutes of havoc right there.

Track three enters seamlessly mounted upon the root bass riff from the conclusion of Taedium. Wham, here come the red coats with their psychedelic metal battalion! The ritual has become cyclical and I find myself submerged beneath tenacious waves of a coven corrupted anthem. I canít express this enough, these guys must have been drinking the same water Electric Wizard drank when composing this evil shit. Donít think Iím alluding to a copycat situation, because these sea worn bastards know how to elicit their own honesty with hypnotic precision. The second guitar hits an interesting accenting riff behind the songís foundation like Satan whispers within the ear of his consul. I wonít spoil the ending riffs, so:

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First Electric Wizard announces their position on the MDF lineup, Black Sabbath announces another reunion, and now we have Sea Bastard. The islands are churning out the doom at an alarming rate, but Iím loving every shred of a great news.

just got an advance of the new LP, and this is heavy. gonna be doing a double LP with gatefold artwork, pressing 300 so watch their big cartel site early 2013_________________http://tadpolerecords.blogspot.com/